Badlands
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1973
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Publié le
01 janvier 1973
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English
Publié par
Publié le
01 janvier 1973
Licence :
Langue
English
by
Terrence Malick
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM
The time is 1959. HOLLY SARGIS, the 15-year-old heroine, sits on her bed, petting her dog. The CAMERA DOLLIES BACK as she talks on VOICE OVER.
My mother died of pneumonia when I was just a kid. My father had kept their wedding cake in the freezer for ten whole years. After the funeral he gave it to the yardman... He tried to act cheerful, but he could never be consoled by the little stranger he found in his house. Then, one day, hoping to begin a new life away from the scene of all his memories, he moved us from Texas to Ft. Dupree, South Dakota.
HOLD on FULL SHOT of bedroom.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ALLEYS AND STREETS – SERIES OF ANGLES – DAWN
The streets and alleys of Ft. Dupree at dawn. On sound we hear the clucking of DOVES. A garbage truck appears. Details of the mechanisms at the back of the truck.
NEW ANGLE
KIT CARRUTHERS, the hero, a 25-year-old garbageman, kneels beside a dead dog. He inspects it briefly, then looks back at his friend and co-worker, CATO, a stocky man in his forties.
I'll give you a dollar to eat this collie.
Cato inspects the dog.
I'm not going to eat him for a dollar... I don't think he's a collie, either. Some kind of dog.
They drive off.
Watch your heads.
NEW ANGLE
The truck comes to a stop. Kit bangs on the driver's door.
Hey. Woody. Gimme a cigarette.
WOODY waves him off. Kit shrugs to Cato.
Woody wouldn't give me a cigarette. (pause) Ever notice he don't talk much?
Cato agrees with this. They make a terrible racket, with no regard for the sleep of the neighbors.
EXT. STREET
Holly, whispering some rhyme to herself, twirls a baton in the middle of an empty street.
Little did I realize that what began in the alleys and back ways of this quiet town would end in the Badlands of Montana.
EXT. ALLEY
Kit tries to sell a passing BUM a pair of shoes.
Nah. They wouldn't fit.
How do you know? You hadn't tried them on yet.
Nah.
Gimme a dollar for them... Cost twenty new.
The Bum walks off. Kit pitches the shoes to Cato.
Why don't you see if they fit you?
Cato picks them up and looks at them.
CLOSE ON TRASH CAN
Kit is culling through a trash can, looking for valuables. reading other people's mail, etc.
This lady don't ever pay her bills. She's gonna get in trouble if she doesn't watch out.
Cato, ignoring him, picks up a magazine that is lying in the grass.
When the CAMERA returns to Kit, he has stripped off his apron.
I throwed enough trash for today, Cato... I'll see you in the morning.
He slaps Cato on the back and walks off. Cato throws a mouldy loaf of bread at his back.
Catch!
What do you mean?
He throws the loaf back at Cato.
EXT. ALLEYS
Kit walks through the deserted alleys of the sleeping town... as the MAIN TITLES APPEAR. He balances a stolen mop on his finger; he stomps a can and looks around to see if anyone has spotted him at this. As the CREDITS end he sees Holly in front of her house twirling her baton. He crosses the street and introduces himself.
EXT. FRONT LAWN
Hi, I'm Kit. I'm not keeping you from anything important, am I?
No.
Well, I was just messing around over there, thought I'd come over and say hello to you. (smiling) I'll try anything once. (pause) What's your name? I said mine.
Holly.
Listen, Holly, you want to take a walk with me?
What for?
Well. I got some stuff to say. Guess I'm kind of lucky that way. Most people don't have anything on their minds, do they?
Holly eyes him suspiciously.
EXT. STREET
They walk down the middle of the street. Holly has accepted his offer.
Oh, incidentally, my last name is Carruthers. Sounds a little too much like "druthers", doesn't it?
It's okay.
Well, nobody asked me what I thought. They just hung it on me.
Holly breaks the silence that follows.
You still in school?
Nah, I got me a job.
Doing what?
Well, I don't mind getting up early, so I got a job throwing garbage... I'm not in love with the stuff, okay.
In the distance we hear Holly's FATHER calling her. She eases off.
That's my father. I got to run.
Hey, wait a minute. When am I going to see you again?
Holly isn't sure how to reply.
Well, I know what my daddy's going to say.
What?
Can I be honest?
Sure.
Well, that I shouldn't be seen with anybody that collects garbage.
He'll say that?
Yeah.
Now what's he know about garbage, huh?
Nothing.
There you go.
Well, I mean there's nothing he wants to know about it... I've got to run.
She waves goodbye and runs off. Kit waves back.
EXT. HOLLY'S BACK YARD
Holly walks into the back yard, where her father is working. Half-painted signs lean against the garage.
Who was that?
Just some boy.
He throws some paint off his brush onto the ground.
Is that going to kill the grass?
He flicks his brush teasingly at her feet. She retreats to a chair, giggling.
You got some on my feet.
What'd he want?
Just wanted to know if we needed any yardwork done... I said no, and for him not to bother us.
INT. EMPLOYMENT AGENCY
Kit is talking with a CLERK inside an employment agency.
You ever held another job before?
I used to throw trash for the City.
You lost that one?
Wouldn't be here if I hadn't.
What kind of work do you think you would be qualified for?
I can't think of anything at the moment... I'd like you to write me out a slip, though, proving I came down here.
The Clerk leafs through his papers.
Well, I think we could find you something... working cattle over at the pens.
Kit sighs.
Well, what the hell. Just hope there's a breeze.
The Clerk gives him a slip of paper.
EXT. FRONT PORCH OF HOLLY'S HOUSE
Holly sees Kit approaching the house.
He was handsomer than anybody I'd ever met. He looked just like James Dean.
She walks out the front door.
Hi.
Well, stop the world.
Quit my job.
Great.
Just seemed like the right move... Whatcha doing?
Spanish.
How do you say "Quit my Job" in Spanish?
Something mi trabajo.
Kit offers her a cigarette, which she declines.
Yeah, well, I'm going to work as a cowboy now... Or thinking about it. It's a routine, like anything. What do you think?
I don't know.
He pulls himself up onto the banister beside her.
Well, at least nobody could get on me about wearing these boots any more.
She watches him intently. This makes him uncomfortable.
You want to go for a ride?
Well, I got homework.
Bring it along.
His forwardness surprises her.
EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET IN FT. DUPREE
They are walking through the downtown area. Kit kicks a paper bag that someone has discarded on the sidewalk.
Somebody dropped a bag on the sidewalk.
She appears nervous about being seen alone with him.
Everybody did that, the whole town'd be a mess... Hi.
He greets a passing stranger.
You're a redhead.
I know.
Anybody ever call you "Red"?
Yeah, but I don't like it.
Why not?
Just don't... I've got a headache.
Yeah?
He steers her toward his car, a customized Mercury. As she gets in, he asks her:
Can I come around and see you tomorrow?
(startled)
Okay.
EXT. FEEDLOT – SERIES OF ANGLES
We see Kit at work at the feedlot. Throwing hay to the cattle, feeding them pills, etc.
Kit went to work in the feedlot while I carried on with my studies. Little by little we fell in love... As I'd never been popular in school and didn't have a lot of personality, I was surprised that he took such a liking to me, especially when he could've had any other girl in town if he'd given it half a try.
The MONTAGE includes a shot of Holly running toward Kit's car for some rendezvous.
He said that I was grand, though, that he wasn't interested in me for sex and that coming from him this was a compliment. He'd never met a fifteen-year-old girl who behaved more like a grownup and wasn't giggly. He didn't care what anybody else thought. I looked good to him, and whatever I did was okay, and if I didn't have a lot to say, well, that was okay, too.
EXT. TREE BESIDE RIVER
Kit and Holly are sitting under a tree. playing cards on a blanket.
Holly surveys the area.
What a nice place.
(absorbed in game)
Yeah, the tree makes it nice.
And the flowers... Let's not pick them. They're so nice.
It's your play.
SERIES OF ANGLES
Holly's father paints a picture, using a stereopticon to help with his backgrounds.
TRACK with Kit driving down a street in his Mercury. Holly sits watching football practice.
Of course I had to keep all this a secret from my dad. He would've had a fit, since Kit was ten years older than me and came from the wrong side of the tracks, so called. Our time with each other was limited and each lived for the precious hours when he or she could be with the other away from all the cares of the world.
EXT. UNDERNEATH BLEACHERS
Kit and Holly are necking underneath some bleachers. In the distance we hear the NOISE of the football practice.
My stomach's growling.
There's an old Fudgesicle over there. You want it?
No.
